Im reading a book....Treasures: the stories women tell about the things they keep. My ideas for work in progress stem from the collecting of things, reliving the stories behind them, remembering, maybe even trying to forget? So this is a great starting point for my research. I know, having been bought up in a home full of women, that we are emotional creatures. Often tragically dramatic and desperately passionate about 'things.' This book reveals many untold stories of treasured objects. These are personal accounts of happiness and sadness that are held within seemingly unimportant objects. That's the thing you see.....what one person sees, another doesn't. So the story is told from one woman to another and held onto for sometimes many generations! I have two questions that bug me about this...just how many of these stories become distorted over time, who do you ask when the person who gave it to you may have passed on? And how do we keep hanging onto these treasures when we live in such a throw away society?
A thought provoking quote: "Our treasured things contain a whole world of associations: the time, the place, the activities, and the emotions all contain connections to vibrant meaning."